Inspired by this art
I'm transfixed by the idea of Rosi fucking Law into the mattress in the hopes that it'll drain his energy enough that he'll be able to escape on the work trip that his brother has cruelly arranged for the both of them. (Doffy insists that this business trip is necessary, Rosi. He's been holding the fort on his own when it comes to public appearances, but people are starting to think that Rosi died? C'mon, little brother, pull your weight!)
To his credit, when Rosi says, "Sorry, I really have to leave now...", he almost makes it out the door. As he's reaching to grab his coat though, a pair of arms are winding around his leg, and Law's clinging to his side.
"Don't go..."
Law's dragged on clothes, but only just, and they don't do anything to hide how the scent of sex hangs about him like a cloud of the most tantalizing perfumed. Rosi's brain reminds him that, with Law so freshly fucked, he's certainly still got Rosi's come dripping out of him, maybe even leaking down his thigh.
"Cora-san, don't leave me?" Law miaws as he rubs his cheek against the small of Rosi's back, rucking up his shirt to seek out skin contact. He's shaking like a leaf all the way down to the tip of his tail.
It's an act. Rosi knows that it's an act. Law is a master of putting on a pouty face when he wants something, but knowing that doesn't stop Rosi's heart from aching when he hears him beg.
And fuck, Rosi could stay, couldn't he? All he has to do is call his brother and pretend to cough and say, "Oh no, I've suddenly become ill", and he can roll right back into bed with Law and...
Rosi's mind conjures up an image of Law with his face smashed into their pillows, ass up, legs spread wide, begging Rosi to fuck him, fill him, knot him tight. Despite himself, Rosi can feel his cock twitch in his pants.
Fuck, Doffy can manage it alone one more time, right? Rosi thinks as he pulls his phone out.